Page 57 of Burning Skies
She finally smiles. “Bet I could take you.”
“Really? I’d like to see that.”
Fisting my shirt, she pulls me close again, and I rub my nose against hers.
When our eyes meet, she slowly grazes her lips against mine. “Beau, I know we said we’d just hook up that one time, but could we modify that plan?”
“What do you want, princess?”
She swallows, looking suddenly nervous. “Could we hang out? Maybe blow off some steam together until Baylee’s wedding. And then… I don’t know. Because my situation isn’t going to get any better, and I don’t want you tangled in my family drama.”
I don’t wanna think about what happens then either. “After that, we’ll take one day at a time.”
Smiling, she nods. “I’d like that.”
The relief of knowing we’ll be spending some time together hits me hard. “I would too.”
Her smile wanes. “Don’t freak out at what I’m going to say.”
“I don’t get spooked easily.”
Honey bites her plump bottom lip again. “I’m afraid I’ll endup with someone who never makes me feel the way I do when I’m with you.”
Jesus. This woman kills me. I gently grab her face. “I’m all yours, Honey.” Leaning closer, I kiss her, groaning when she lets me into her mouth.
Nothing about this is smart.
But I can’t seem to do the smart thing here and let her go.
We kiss until she’s panting and her legs wrap around my back. Needing to be closer, I pick her up and carry her to my bedroom. I kick open the door and then we’re falling on the bed.
She laughs when she lands, and I brace myself on the mattress, so I don’t crush her. Last time, we were cramped in her SUV. This time, I want space to lay her out. I also need light. Because I need to see her this time.
I flip on the lamp next to the bed. “You’re not shy, are you?”
“I rode you in the back of my SUV, Beau. What do you think?”
“I’m thinking I’d like to do that again, only in a bed.”
She shoves me, so I flop onto the mattress, and she crawls over me. “I seem to recall having my mind blown that night. I’d like to blow yours this time.”
Is she saying she wants to give me a blow job? Fuck, yes. “I’m down for anything you wanna do.” She sits on my lap and gives me a shy smile. She might’ve said she wasn’t shy, but I get the impression she’s pushing some boundaries right now. “Honey, whatever happens here, I want you to be comfortable. You say stop, and we stop. Okay?”
Nodding, she slowly unbuttons her top until she shrugs it off, leaving her in a sheer lace bra that plumps her breasts.
She’s so damn beautiful. I can’t believe she’s in my bed right now. I run my hands up and down her smooth thighs. “Can you put your hair down?” She pulls out the elastic and shakes it out. Long blonde tresses cascade over her shoulders. “Gorgeous.”
She pulls on my shirt, and I take the hint. Sitting up, I reach behind my head and tug it off.
Perched on my stomach, she reaches between her tits and unsnaps her bra. High plump breasts with berry-colored nipples tumble out. I pulse in my jeans at the sight.
Just when I think the show can’t get any better, she stands up right over me and pushes down her skirt, leaving her in some white lace panties. Honey looks like a beautiful mermaid with her hair draped over her breasts. Fuck, she’s perfect.
I stare up at this ethereal creature, wondering what I’ve ever done to deserve this. Because Honey McAllister is way the fuck out of my league.
When she settles back down in my lap, sitting right where I need her, I groan. “You’re killing me.” ’Cause I’m still in my jeans, but I want to do this at her pace.
“In a good way, I hope.” She shifts her hips slowly, dry-humping me. “I don’t think I properly thanked you for catching that rattler in my office or putting out the fire behind my house.”
